The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-11-10
THE WIDOW LESTER.

MAT, the widow Lester wants some
of her climbers nased up this morn
ing. Are you almost through there?"
mo, mum, it'll take an hour r
two yit." .....
Mrs Norris tapped her foot on the
walk rehectivelv
Il might have that bed and the trees
left until Afternoon, suppose" she
said, slowly. But"
What is up?' cried voice behind
her. "Why, mother, you look worried.
Has our fortune dissolved in thin air,
or didn't your dress have the proper
amount OF frills and flumadidd les
when it came home? Confde in your
baby, mother"
OOH" laughed Mrs. Norris, turning
from her contemplation OF the flower
beds and Mat. Nothing serious, only
the widow Lester wanted Mat little
while this morning, and | want my
beds finished"
who's the widow Lester?" queried
Tom Norris, yawning. Anybody |
ever knew? Any OF my old girls got
married and been be.widowedY Don't
tell me suddenly. If its Mamie Craig,
or Sarah Prescott, Or"
"Nonsense, Tom, 1t is nobody you
ever saw, that know of. She's q
very pretty little woman, with very
pretty little daughter She came to
Wilburton six months ago, and lives
in the white cottage across the com
mon. do wish Matt we're through.
Look here, mother" said Tom,
suddenly, why can't go? Here /
am, doing nothing. What's to hinder
me from making myself as useful as
| am ornamental? And | am always
interested in widows, you know-or
their daughters, which is all the same"
II wish you would 90, Tom" Mrs.
Norris SAID, Frightening. 81 hate to
have Mat leave the beds, and you
couldn't do them, know; but you can
certainly nail up few vines. hate
to have her wait, too, so you better
60"
Tom put on his coat, and run his
fingers LnTOugll MS curly iONho' ...
II shall tell her Pm the new hired
man, ink" he said, as he took up
his hat. what name would you give,
if YOU were me? Pat sounds we'll, but
ITS too much like Mat. But | could
say, quite impromptu, you know;
Mrs Norris discharged her man called
Mat, ,.,r.,s.f. :,
And hired another whose name was fat'
"Tom," said Mrs. Norris, impatient
", though she was laughing. "Will
YOU 90 on? heard Mrs. Lester say
that she wanted to 90 to the city this
alt ernoon. and dom expect you will
get there before she goes, you are 80
slow"
you don't appreciate my poetlcal
efforts" grumbled Tom. But he dal.
lied no longer, and was boon uniasten-
ing the wicket gate which guarded the
entrance to a pretty, well-kept little
garden which was one mass oil bloom.
A blue-eyed child was playing on the
uncovered porch.
"Who is 'oo?" she asked, as Tom
came leisurely up and patted her on
the head. =.
"Pm the man to nail climbers" re.
turned Tom. "Who is oo?' in playful
mmcry. =,
.I'se Miss Katie Lester 'vangeline,
said she, drawing herself up with pride.
"And dis" exhibiting a doll hall as
large as herself sis my baby. Her
names Miss Delphlne Mazda Lester,
an hers free months old"
Large OF her size," laughed Tom.
"Where's anybody
There was soft patter OF slippered
feet. a rustling of woman's garments,
and Tom raised his eyes to encounter
pair OF very blue ones surveying him
inquiringly. ,tat
He lifted his hat to the owner OF the
blue eyes, who was an exceedingly
pretty young lady in a'gray and black
wrapper.
II am Tom Norris" he began
Mrs. Lester wanted some vines fix'
ed. | believe, and as our man was
busy. | volunteered to come. My
mother SAID she thought could man
age Them" with a twinkle In his
eyes. ,t, "A
The young lady smiled and came
forward. -,
II am glad you came" she said
simply. 81 couldn't manage then
alone. Wait minute till | get my
hat, and | will show you where they
are" ...,. -.
She tripped into the hall and seizet
n huge garden hat from the rack
Then she led the way around thu
house to where some climbing rose
sadly needed attention.
Those highest Ones indicat'n'